Moving house – what a pain in the a**e
So, after nearly 21 years in this lovingly maintained house, which is really too big for just the two of us, and its lovingly and painstakingly (and expensively) developed and maintained garden, we have decided to move.
I was raised in Plymouth and all my relatives still live there or in Cornwall. Our jobs were here but, now we’re retired, there’s nothing much to keep us here. It’s a lovely spot, in a lovely part of the country but, after a tour around some villages near Plymouth, we decided Dartmoor and the West Country in general was where we’d like to live. I only see my family about once a year. We’re all getting (a lot) older and we’d like to be nearer to them.
So we’ve found this lovely bungalow just outside Plymouth, just in Cornwall, with lovely views and we’ve put our house on the market.
The process should be painless, perhaps, but oversights and lack of communication by the chosen estate agent have meant some frustration and stress already. It didn’t help when he over-valued the house. At least we seem to have a reasonable offer now.
De-cluttering: Oh, my God, the stuff I’ve bought and never used, the excess tableware, glasses, tools, books …….; stuff that has gathered dust for years – in some cases ever since we moved here. And we haven’t started on the loft ! So, charity shop, rubbish bins or by advertising on Gumtree, it’s slowly going. The house is only a little smaller but we’re determined not to take stuff we don’t need. It still has a garden to maintain so most of the gardening tools will be coming but a double 4 m ladder? For a bungalow? I think not.
I’ll keep you updated.